Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Sofia heard the sound of the door breaking with a loud bang, and a gunshot echoed throughout the room. The sudden noise jolted her out of her dazed state, and her eyes snapped open. She struggled to focus, her heart pounding in her chest, as she realized the man who had been ripping her dress was now lifeless, sprawled across her. It was the bullet that had ended his life, bringing an abrupt halt to the nightmare she had been trapped in.

Chapter 322 I Am Sorry, Baby Girl

Amidst the chaos, Sofia's ears were filled with the deafening sound of multiple gunshots reverberating throughout the room. One by one, she witnessed the assailants around her collapsing onto the floor, their bodies hitting the ground with heavy thuds. The acrid smell of smoke filled the air, obscuring her vision and making it difficult to discern what was happening.

Through the haze, Sofia's blurry eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar figure standing amidst the chaos.Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Leonardo. His presence alone seemed to command the room, his eyes bloodshot and filled with a burning intensity. The anger emanating from his body was palpable, his face etched with a deadly expression that struck fear into anyone who dared to meet his gaze. Behind him, several of his loyal men stood, their faces masked with determination, clutching their guns tightly in their hands.

As Leonardo's gaze fell upon Sofia, a pained expression crossed his face, momentarily replacing the anger and intensity. With an urgency born out of love and concern, he sprinted towards her, the chaos around him seemingly fading into the background. Dropping to his knees beside her, he cradled her in his arms, holding her as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

"I am so sorry, Sofia. I could not make it on time," Leonardo whispered in her ear, his voice thick with sorrow and regret. His words carried the weight of the pain in his heart, a testament to the lengths he would go to protect her.

He pulled away and looked at her face, his eyes filled with concern and tenderness. He gently removed the tape from her mouth, peeling it off slowly to avoid causing any discomfort.

He swept her hair away from her face, his touch gentle and comforting, and asked in a soft voice, "Are you okay, baby girl?"

air, but she couldn't muster a response. She was still in shock, unable to believe what she was witnessing. It was a

trembled on the floor, fear etched deeply in his eyes. Leonardo, his face hardening with determination, pulled away

man's shin in a swift and powerful kick. The man cried out in pain, his body

he kidnapped Sofia?" Leonardo roared in anger. But the scary

man's hair and yanked him up forcefully. With a fierce swing of his fist, he landed a brutal blow on the man's abdomen. The impact was so powerful that

of a figure on the floor, slowly rising. It was the man who had been lying there motionless, seemingly lifeless. To her horror, he reached out and grabbed hold of a nearby gun. His eyes

urgency, Sofia's voice pierced through the

Reacting swiftly, Leonardo turned

mix of surprise and concern. Just as he did a deafening gunshot shattered the air, causing Sofia to shut her eyes in

immense relief, she saw Leonardo still standing tall and unharmed. However, her eyes then shifted downward, revealing the horrifying sight of the scary man sprawled motionless on the floor, a pool of

toward the man who had just fired the gunshot. The deafening sound echoed through the room, causing her heart to race in her chest. The man fell

was as if Leonardo and

Leonardo approached Sofia, his

were heavy on the bloodstained floor. He lowered himself to her level, his eyes filled with concern. With a gentle touch he untied Sofia's legs, allowing her to stand on her own shaky feet. Then, he freed her hands from their restraints, his touch surprisingly

you okay, Sofia? Please say something," he pleaded, his

emotion. Tears streamed down her face relentlessly, and she struggled to control her sobs. She pressed her lips tightly together, fighting against the urge to